Yang Lin licked his lips.

The Bloodline Gate is just a first time selection. To become a disciple of the seven major forces, you still have to speak with strength.

In terms of enrollment competition, fighting is the key, talent is just an admission ticket.

Strength is the most respectable principle.

At that time, opponents will be randomly assigned, and only the strongest twenty people will be qualified to become disciples of the seven major forces.

On the martial arts stage, the Daozong elder's eyes narrowed slightly.

"No, the blood fluctuations of this masked man were somewhat similar to the person he sensed that day..." The elder of Daozong raised his brows, thinking that he had detected the wrong detection, and his eyes fell on Ye Yun again.

At the beginning, he sensed a blood fluctuation that made him frightened, which was very similar to Ye Yun's fluctuation at the moment.

This kind of similarity is even more in line with Ye Wushuang, which is very strange.

"The mysterious genius that day should be Ye Wushuang, not this person, because this person's bloodline talent is not strong."

The elder of Dao Sect shook his head and stopped paying attention to Ye Yun.

Judging from the performance of the Bloodline Gate just now, Ye Yun's bloodline talent can only be considered as a normal person and has no highlights.
Chapter completed!